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"There's no time!" Marcus snapped, flinching as a gull shrieked overhead. He thrust the briefcase toward Elias. "They traced my signal. They knew I'd call someone. Take it. Clara is in the city, she has the encryption key. You have to get it to her."

Marcus looked back toward the access road, his eyes narrowing. In the distance, the faint, synchronized hum of high-end engines began to drone through the fog. Headlights, sharp and blue, cut through the trees.

"Who is clearing the board, Marcus? Sit down, you're bleeding." Aden Aden Aden

"If the world falls apart," Marcus had said, half-joking over cheap drinks, "and you can only get one word out before they cut the line... say the location thrice. No questions asked. Just run there."

"They're here," Marcus whispered, a strange, calm resolve washing over his face. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small flare gun. "I’ll buy you five minutes. Take the old fisherman's trail down the south face of the cliff. My boat is tied to the low buoy. Don't look back, Elias. Just go." "There's no time

"I found it, Elias," Marcus breathed, laughing a breathless, manic laugh. "What we were looking for back at the agency. The reason Silas disappeared. It wasn't an accident. They are clearing the board."

Elias hadn't seen Marcus in three years. Marcus had gone deep into private intelligence, chasing ghosts in the corporate sector. They knew I'd call someone

"What about you?" Elias gripped the cold handle of the case.